Society’s obsession with good looks and sexual attractiveness is absurd. Watching all these “cute” Celebs makes feel so insignificant and plummets my self esteem. Makes me think about my worthlessness and how mentally fucked up and ugly I really am.
How would other people describe your personality? I know most of us on here probably have self esteem issues, so try & look through others eyes not your own 🙂
My doctor said that those of us who suffer from suicidal thoughts tend to have similar traits & not be horrible, selfish people that others think we are. Would also be interested in ages.
Me: quiet, conscientious, kind-hearted, nature & animal lover, submissive (I.e not dominant, will put other people first). 24 years old.
Thanks for sharing 🙂
Hey guys, as the title indicates, this is a random post.
I just watched Sucker Punch (great movie btw) and I was just wondering if any of you have ever considered lobotomizing yourselves. Being free from your higher faculties, the cognitive abilities that people place in such high esteem…have you ever just wanted to be free of all that?
We all gotta do something to raise our own confidence because the lack there of is purely our minds own doing. Some distract themselves, some eat, some play dress up and some crave attention.. well that last one is me. My confidence is in constant flux..always in tune one minute and gone the next minute. Sometimes I really give no shit that I do things purposely to gain attention. One thing my confidence never shatters is certainty in my physical appearance. I feel that I am half gone in my sanity but still a decent looking dude. So I’ve decided to sit pool side for the first time in years, and let all the girls oogle over me. Hopefully I can make a friend or two but really I’m just doing it to raise my self esteem. I really don’t give a fuck even if it’s a slightly shameful act. It’s what I need today.
I was born into relatively lower middle class family. My mother is an school teacher all her life and my dad is an alcoholic since forever working in construction. Ive born into a small town, with no opportunites and with no financial aid, I attended the school and finished by graduating 12 classes. As a kid I played used to enjoy playing football or just pass time as a computer which is most of my whole life. But If I were to defy myself Im incredibly shallow, no confidence/self esteem, have not felt anything in years, no-one to care for or something to hold value of as I have literally nothing, my head has been empty ever since I can remember and feel like just existing. Ive been blaming myself for this and my past mistakes of and not pushing my self. Its been over 5 years and this 3 years have been especially tough for me as the only thing I can think of is eating a bullet. I always feel envious, low self esteem and completely worthless everytime I see someone with a nice car or, GF, house or thrive to succeed. I have nothing of those lol.
I feel like i can write a book about it but its just best to keep it short.
The only thing I am looking for is restitution or peace in some manner and that is to get a gun and shoot myself.
Believe it or not but i am only 13. I might as well begin with I have attempted suicide numerous amount of times; Cutting, Hanging an this might sound ridiculous but putting a knife in a toaster. Every time it ended up with me getting hurt and my mother covering it up as she thought if anyone knew i would be taken away from her. My Mother is mentally ill might i add (bipolar and depression). I myself have depression and it brings me down like a ton of bricks (correct me if i am using that phrase wrong) it brings me down to states of self harm and no self esteem. This is only short but its good to get this off my chest, thank you for reading.
A lifetime of self-loathing… Self Rejection, Low Self Esteem, not knowing how to deal with hurt emotions nobody could understand cause everyone else was as heartless and shallow as I was… one thing my dad wasnt, was a emotionally mature Man… my dad would beat me with jump ropes, fists, bang my head against the wall… verbally, mentally and physically abused… then tell me to stop crying or he would give me something to cry about… i, as most boys, was taught that crying is a sign of weakness… hurt and fear manifests into rage… thats why I cut, thats why I drug, thats why I drink, thats why i want to die… i don’t have a proper outlet for my hurt and fears that life throws at me… the hurt and fear festers and molds over… my body wants to reject it but my mind wants to live in it cause misery is what i know and have grown accustomed… i dont trust joy, happiness and love because the ones that bred me infect me with hate, fear, hurt… a healthy emotionally mature adult?… seems so far away… i guess i can window shop… which one fits this facade of a person… which plastic smile would go with these angel eyes… fake it till i make it they tell me… what the fuck am i trying to make when the ingredients are all crap…